There's No Money In Poetry, But Then

To Recommend A Monarchy On Account Of The Prosperity It Gives The Provinces Seems To Me Like Recommending That A Man Should Have Liberty To Treat His Children As Slaves, If At The Same Time He Treats His Slaves With Reasonable Consideration.

Any Honest Housewife Would Sort Them Out,/ Having A Nose For Fish, An Eye For Apples.

Where Nature With Accustomed Round Sweeps And Garnishes The Ground With Kindly Beauty, Warm Or Cold Alternate Seasons Never Old: Heathen, How Furiously You Rage, Cursing This Blood And Brimstone Age, How Furiously Against Your Will You Kill And Kill Again, And Kill: All Thought Of Peace Behind You Cast, Till Like Small Boys With Fear Aghast, Each Cries For God To Understand, 'i Could Not Help It, It Was My Hand.

For Words Of Rapture Groping, They"never Such Love," Swore "ever Before Was!"

Every English Poet Should Master The Rules Of Grammar Before He Attempts To Bend Or Break Them.